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 notebook, while she took up the work of building the stone heap—it grew higher under her light fingers.

“Read it!” she said, when the scribbling of the pencil stopped, and he read:

“Opal and amber cold,” she repeated; “it’s not like that now. It’s sapphire and gold and diamonds.”

“Yes,” he said; “but that was how it was last week”

“Before I came”

“Yes, before you came;” his tone put a new meaning into her words.

“I’m glad I brought good weather,” she said cheerfully, and the little stone heap rattled itself down under her hand.